| August 1, 2005 |
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OfficeGuns
Allow  us to set the scene. You're stuck in a meeting and not at all happy about it. The clock slowly ticks while your coworkers babble and bicker. "I'm like a prisoner," you think. But then you remember your visit to OfficeGuns. Channeling MacGyver, you assemble a harmless weapon out of office supplies, stand up, and grandly address the room: "Excuse me, but I must be leaving." You run. "He's fleeing, someone stop him!" screams your boss. Chaz from sales steps in front of the door. You fire a binder clip right at his forehead. He's down for the count. You open the door and there's Ruth from HR. "Not so fast," she sneers. "Eat paper clips, Ruth," you reply with perfect aim. You run and run and don't stop until you taste freedom. Sweet. Beautiful. Freedom. (in Humor > Parody) |
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